Ever and Everywhere

Ever and Everywhere

FAR explore the mountain hollow,
High in air the clouds then follow!

To each brook and vale the Muse

Thousand times her call renews.

Soon as a flow'ret blooms in spring,
It wakens many a strain;

And when Time spreads his fleeting wing,

The seasons come again.

1820.

-THE END-
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: Ever and Everywhere

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